Upon hearing Li You's words.
Looking at Zhao Feng, and the blood-stained bodies of the Sharp Warriors behind him.
Zhao Ying quickly let go.
"Brother, you should go wash up."
"I'll gather the military doctors to wait at the camp, let them inspect all the soldiers who've returned from the expedition," Zhao Ying said gently.
"Alright."
Zhao Feng nodded, "This time around, almost every soldier is wounded; they should really be checked out."
"Brothers."
"Head to the Logistics Army for a bath."
"We're reeking." Zhao Feng shouted loudly, dismounted his horse, and headed into the camp.
The soldiers followed suit.
Logistics Army.
One Firescout Army after another busily boiled hot water.
The camp was steaming.
"Quick."
"The Senior General has returned, get the water ready quickly," the Logistics Army leader shouted.
"Understood."
One after another, the Logistics Army filled the wooden tubs with water, along with the grass used for bathing.
